The Paper Trench

All of the high rollin' and the soft focused
 Helps with the stock pillin' of your wooden self
 Only in high rollin' and in soft focus
 Do we ever ask "Is there not more than this?"
 Holy Moses and holy cow
 Leviticus roots are comin' out
 It's the trench and cult and the culture
 It breeds, only serves to feed one side and crush the rest
 Those that siphon the greed from the air that we breathe
 To line fat pockets with the residue
 We suffer in silent mothball fury
 Trees that have long since shed their rings
 As if to rub out the ballpoint memory
 Of a thousand sins
 Holy Moses and holy cow
 Leviticus roots are comin' out
 and my sinewed fingers throw them away
 Erase their sin, erase their sin
 All of the high rollin' and the soft focused
 Helps with the stock pillin' of your wooden self
 Only in high rollin' and in soft focus
 Do we ever ask "Is there not more than this?"
 It's the trench and cult and the culture
 It breeds, only serves to feed one side and crush the rest
 Those that siphon the greed from the air that we breathe
 To line fat pockets with the residue
 We suffer in silent mothball fury
 Trees that have long since shed their rings
 As if to rub out the ballpoint memory
 Of a thousand sins